Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.